Authors Note:

This is an idea that my, crazy over obsessed Joker fan girl, gave me.

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PS. I tried to generalize the girl in this story, to make it fit to just about every girl in the world that can speak English.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO DC COMICS, AS I MENTION IN THE STORY.

Chapter 1:

I opened my eyes to the sound of a faint ticking near my ears, in the dark place I was seated in. The sound grew fainter as my eyes slowly opened to reveal, nothing. I painted, louder and louder, terrified as I tried to stretch my arms out. I let out a small breath, as I struggled to stretch my arms from my backside to my front. Nothing was working, I felt as if something was pulling me back.

And there was something pulling me back. Ropes. Thick ropes, holding me back against the cool floor. What am I doing here? Where am I exactly? The thoughts wondered through my brain until the faint ticking sound appeared again.

I turned my head in instinct and muttered loudly "Hello?" Not one person answered me, except for that faint ticking sound. I gulped slowly and then I heard a voice. It was gruff, and low, and I didn't understand what it was saying.

Tears started to rip down my face as anxiety shocked its way within me. Why me? I asked myself in my own head. What had I done to deserve this time of punishment? Suddenly, my comical side tried to amuse me. This is the type of thing that would happen in movies, but not to me. Nothing exciting ever happened to me.

My wrists were tied together, tears streamed down my face, and I was in extreme terror, the only thing missing was someone poking me with a stick. A second later, the lights turned on, blinding me in the moment. My eyes opened fully as I pulled on the ropes stronger, to try to break free.

I quickly turned my head and saw two other girls beside me, one on each side. Both with blindfolds and ropes tied around their wrists. I gasped wondering what kind of psychopath could have kidnapped us all. I glared at the girl beside me, her hair was black, long and wavy, she was beautiful, very beautiful. I sighed and then heard that ticking nose again.

I gasped, and turned my head to the other side to see a red headed girl, with short, curly hair ticking her fingernails against the thick rope trying to break it. Well, at least that solves the ticking sound; now, where's the captive with a stick?

Abruptly, the door opened and one man wearing pantyhose over his face walked in. In any other situation, I would have laughed my small butt off, but in this situation, my gaze remained solid. Then, swiftly following the man with pantyhose came a…clown? Well, a man in a clown's mask…a goons mask, yes, it certainly did remind me of the clowns from The Dark Knight.

The man in the mask spoke "Remove their blindfolds and hit the one in the middle on the head, I don't like her beady eyes". Her beady eyes? Wait a minute; I'm the one sitting in the middle. And without a second to spare, a hand smacked the back of my head and I screamed out in pain.

The other goon took off the blindfolds of the other girls and they both sat there in complete shock. I watched them chuckle, and the pain coming from my head shot directly to my tongue provoking me to speak, no, to yell "Hey! What do you think you are? Some cheap mock of the DC Comics' goons?" The man in the pantyhose walked up to me and asked in a puzzled tone "What the hell is DC Comics?" My eyebrows scrunched together as I looked over at the girls to see if they knew.

I puffed out in irritation and answered the question "You know…. with The Sprit, Wonder woman, ugh…. Batman." The man in the pantyhose clicks his jaw and asks in an angry tone "What about the Batman?" I cleared my throat and replied "You must be a fan of the Joker then." I laughed, hard, to try to control my nerves. But it wasn't working.

Suddenly the red-headed curly haired girl, who looked years older than me, shouted out "Leave us alone! I'll give you everything! Please don't scar up my face." I chuckled at this and asked loudly "Okay, you're taking this a little too literal, Miss." The red headed girl looked at me with tears in her eyes and then it hit me, this was no laughing matter.

I looked to the other side of me to the see the Brunette crying hysterically as well. Was I the only one that wasn't scared of these mock clowns? Apparently so. I sighed softly and then I felt my wrists being pulled even more. The masked man now stood behind me and he began to say to me "You talk a little bit too much, honey." He pulled on my wrists tightly and I let out a small scream when he did so.

He made his way to the front of me, and then continued, lowering his head towards mine "Don't worry, the Joker will fix that." My eyebrows knitted and I gave the clown in front of me a small smile before saying in a sarcastic tone "Oh, I'm sure he will." I smiled again and the man in the pantyhose grabbed the brunette by the hair and shouted at her "Don't you dare look at me that way!"

And then he looked over at me and screamed "And wipe that smile off your face! The Joker will give you a better one when he arrives." I smirked at that answer, yes I'm sure the Joker would do that, maybe…if he....existed. "Don't threaten these beautiful young ladies, Chuckles…" a familiar voice said from the hall way.

I looked towards it, while the girls around me began painting, ever the while heavier. I squinted to get a better look at man holding the strange, high-pitched voice. But when he took a few steps into the room. I felt like my jaw had dislocated. I dropped it very low and suddenly, I caught myself staring at the man that looked exactly like Heath Ledger's Joker. I bit my bottom lip as he walked in, and I noticed that he had the same body type, same hair, same mannerisms, and same pretty real looking scars.

He waltzed in while singing as he did in the movie, after the 'hit me' scene and just before Gordon arrested him. He skipped towards the three of us and I watched him carefully as he spoke "Well, hello ladies. I hope you don't mind but you three are going to be part of a social ex-pe-ri-ment."

I rolled my eyes, typical Joker dialogue. The Joker imitator giggled as he took out a camera from his purple jacket. I took the opportunity to take a shot at him "Nice jacket, Mr. J. Did Bats make it for you?" In that moment, the Joker dropped his camera and began to turn his head to me in a slow motion.

Even though I knew he wasn't the real Joker, he frightened me, and that deep black glare was not helping my case. The man claiming to be the Joker, laughed gruffly, stood up, and walked to me. Suddenly my hands started to shake behind my back, but I kept on telling myself not to be afraid, this was not the real one.

He bent down to my level and said in the same strange voice to his goons "It seems we have another clown with us today, boys." The goons laughed in response and the Joker looked me straight in the eyes and said in a mellow tone "You know…you're a beautiful girl, Miss...what's your name?"

I shook my head; I was not going to tell him my name, the imposter! He licked his bottom lip quickly, just like the Joker in the film had done. I glanced at his features once again, and noticed that he did look a lot like Heath Ledger's Joker, so I giggled and remarked "I'll give you this much…you do look a lot like him."

The imposter turned his head to me once again and asked while his eyes mocked the Joker characters eyes' maneuvers "The Joker?" He laughed loudly at this and the red headed girl whispered to me "You fool, he is the Joker." I crossed my eyes at her, turned my head back to the imposter and said with a big smile on my face "Well, then it is really nice to meet you Mr. Ledger. I have been a big fan for years. I especially loved you in 'Four Feathers' and in 'Brokeback Mountain' where you got a dick up your ass!" I actually really loved Heath Ledger, but in that moment, I lost it, this man was making my head hurt.

The imposter looked at me with his black eyes and he went through his pockets once again. I gulped, as the crowd around me seemed to be serious…too serious. Then suddenly, cold steel was at the side of my lip. I gasped as the Joker put his forehead to mine, and dug the knife deeper into my mouth. He looked at me longer, trying to consume me and then he spoke "What's the matter now, beautiful? Can't speak anymore since your life is in danger? Hmm?"

The knife lurked inside my mouth, until it found the inside part of my cheek. He held it there while asking, "You want to know how I got these scars… hmm?" I tried to move my head, but he shushed me by tracing one finger up and down the side of my face. I watched him in fear, and realized, it didn't matter who this man was, but the fact that he could kill me at any moment was something that scared me beyond relief.

He flashed me a smile before he continued, "Well, I had a wife. She was, oh so beautiful, like you, Princess. Then one day…" Before the Joker could continue, the masked goon spoke "It's time for Gotham Tonight, boss. We're live in about 10 seconds." He groaned deeply, removed the knife from inside my mouth and ran over to his camera and pushed the on button.

After a few seconds he began to speak "Well, Good Evening Lades and Gentle-men, I've cut off Mike Engles so I can bring you a special ex-peri-ment." He giggled and then spoke again "You see these three girls…here..." he twirled the camera with his fingers to show the red head, the brunette and I. Then he spoke to the camera again "Well, I'm going to see just how…kind…females can be to other females and to other people."

He flipped the camera back to himself and said in his famous high-pitched tone "One of these lucky girls, is going to sacrifice herself for the other two. But sacrifice is such a strong word, it lets out the idea of…. death. Which, of course, I'm all for, but tonight… I'm looking for something else." He pauses and chuckles again, and swipes a hand through his green hair, as I watch with annoyance. This guy was really crazy, thinking there was such a thing as Gotham Tonight.

He continues on again "If one of these three lovely ladies is willing to let me do…anything I want to them…then I will let all of them go. But, if none of these three girls accepts my kind invitation in a half hour, I'll kill them all and blow up a business building. Here's the fun part, I'm not telling you which one." My eyes widen at this, what did he mean by…. 'anything to them'? Did he mean sexually? Because if this was the real Joker, I probably would have volunteered for that one.

The Joker laughs at the camera and shuts it off. He sighs, throws the camera to his goons and asks the ladies in front of him "So, you heard the pre-dicament ladies…now, which one of you fine girls is going to volunteer?" He licks his lips at us, and the brunette asks in low voice "Wh-what kind of things?" Her lip tremors as she asks. Poor soul, she obviously is diluted as well.

The Joker flashes a grin towards her, bends down and whispers "Well, that's our little fun part…I won't tell you, until you volunteer." I bit my lip hard and wondered if I should put my curiosity out of misery and volunteer. Then suddenly, a goon had turned on an object that I had no idea was in the room. It was a large television, and it was on a television show called, Gotham Tonight? What? Am I seeing properly?

The Joker took a few steps towards the television and watched the report about people from business buildings running through the streets like maniacs. I scrunched up my eyebrows once again and then asked, "Why are they running?" And before anyone answered me, Aaron Eckheart appeared on the screen, or Harvey Dent in the Dark Knight movie. He spoke "These Joker attacks have been coming more and more often, and now three more people have their life on the line. If your out there Joker, know this, we are coming for you."

The Joker's laugh filled up the large empty room and then he threw his camera at the screen to close it. He continued laughing, as I watched him act so horribly familiar. I looked at him, my head now hurting and I decided to ask just one more question "Who are you?" The Joker looked back and me, smiled and replied "Gotham's Clown Prince of Crime, doll face. But I can't believe you didn't know that…what are you from out of range or something?"

I looked back at him and whispered sadly, "The last I remember…. I was in my bed…not here, where ever we are." The Joker walks up to me, and mutters in a raspy tone, "Well, now you can be in my bed." His husky voice filled the perimeter around me so thickly, I thought I couldn't breathe. I gasped as his lips came closer to mine and suddenly it hit me. This was the real Joker, this was Gotham, and somehow….I had fallen into this misshapen world.

The Jokers lips were only inches apart from mine, when he slightly tilted his head to the side to look at me more carefully. I cleared my throat and spoke again "If I were to volunteer…you would let all of us go?" The Joker smirks at me, brings his lips closer to mine and asks "Does that mean your volunteering, hmm, beautiful?"

I looked at him in the eyes and remembered that I had dreamed of this moment many times before. Just it was less terrifying, and less horrible, as my night had been so far. I closed my eyes briefly, thinking that it would be a good idea to volunteer. I was curious about him, and about this world that I had fallen into.

So, I opened my eyes once again, only to see the Joker pacing around the room, mentioning something about a clock to the other girls. I opened my mouth and said loudly "I'll volunteer." The Joker and his goons turned to me in shock, I could tell they were not expecting anyone to volunteer, and so quickly. The Joker skipped towards me again and muttered "Ahhhh…well, let the games begin."

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